I lived in West Virginia until I was about 8 years old, and a lot of good memories were made there, but also some scary ones. My mom tells this one story about me to almost everyone she meets because it was a terrifying time in her life. We had the friendliest chocolate lab named Choco who was around when I was born until I was 11 years old. He was such a sweet dog, and he would put up with whatever I put him through. He always tried protecting my parents and I, but for the most part, he would always be by my side. I didn’t have a lot of friends that visited my house, so Choco was the only one I played with. We would take naps, watch tv, and go on adventures together. We would always be together and it was strange if we weren’t together. …show more content…
We started walking in the woods with no real destination and we were having a good time until this aching feeling took over my body. We had wandered too far from the house and we were really lost. My parents always told me to tell Choco to go home if we were lost and he would go home, so I tried telling him to go home, but he didn’t listen. I tried to stop and stay where I was at to see what he would do and he just kept going. I kept following him because there was no way I was going to lose sight of my dog and potentially lose him forever. We walked for about 2 miles and came to the main road that was used to get to either side of the mountain, so we started walking the road to get to the side we lived on. A car stopped us as we were walking, and there was a middle aged couple in the car. They picked us up and I sat on the lady’s lap and Choco sat in the back. The couple was so sweet ,and they asked where we lived so I told them and they started taking Choco and I home. The lady talked to me and asked questions as to why I was all the way out there and then she gave me a little key chain